Lynn looked around Baldwin's room in surprise, forgetting about the secret Ether method being revealed. How could there be so many of these here? They shouldn't have existed in this world before his arrival, should they?

He saw hundreds of Etherbows hanging on the walls of Baldwin's chamber. They were in different sizes and shapes. There were more than ten kinds of Etherbows, ranging from crossbows to longbows. Lynn seemed to have a feeling of traveling back to his previous life.

"How come there are so many Etherbows here?" Lynn murmured, walking up to the wall in a daze, he raised his hand and took off a recurve bow from the wall. No, it was not a real recurve etherbow, but just a model?

In his previous life, he had played games such as Crisis, Legend of Zelda and Horizon Forbidden West, and he was a master, so he knew a lot about ether-powered bows. He tried to pull the bow, but there was no ether grid attached to it, so an arrow couldn't be notched on its string.

How was this even possible? Lynn stared at the weapon in his hand for a while in a trance.

Baldwin looked at the boy's strange behavior, heard him say the word "etherbow", and also woke up from his own shocking trance. He quietly watched Lynn changed the Etherbows in his hand one by one. How could the act of using a Etherbow feel so familiar to him? These modified weapons were what he had seen before in his death trance. Could it be that Lynn has had a similar experience too?

Time passed by, minute by minute, and after a while, the two of them finally locked eyes, but both were full of curiosity.

"Lynn, did you say these things are called etherbows?" Baldwin asked, glancing at the weapons that had troubled him for more than ten years.

Lynn lowered his head and put his eyes back on the Etherbow in his hand. Should he tell him about his life? This mage master could have been transmigrated with memories of ancient Earth, just like himself. Otherwise he shouldn't be able to call these things etherbows.

Although they were obviously imitation models, they seemed to have been designed by the mage elder himself. He collected his thought and answered. "Yes, master. These things are called etherbows."

Baldwin asked eagerly. "How did you know what they are called? Where did you see them before now?"

"Master, these things are not from our world." Lynn sorted out his thoughts and finally thought of a way, and said slowly.

"Yes, yes, these things are not from this world. They are made according to my memory."

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"I'm also surprised to see them here again."

Tell me, where did you see them before?"

Lynn glanced at Baldwin in surprise, and said while thinking. "It was two months ago when the antherions attacked my village, killing my clansmen. Injured, I saw myself floating in the air before I was knocked out by the attack of the antherions."

"I'm listening."

The more Lynn said, the clearer his thoughts became, so he said: "But I wasn't injured by the attack, instead I seemed to have been transported into a different world. I felt like I was flying above the sky, but I couldn't see my body. What surprised me even more was that I saw the humans on the ground fighting and killing each other with these weapons."

"With these weapons?"

"Yes, master. At that time, I was completely shocked. While still in the air, I saw that the weapons were not ordinary bows but an advanced types. With just one pull of the string, they could kill many enemy thousands of meters away." Lynn replied, and took the Etherbow to demonstrate for a moment.

Baldwin suddenly widened his eyes and nodded vigorously, completely immersed in the revelation.

So, Lynn said with more confidence. "Since I could fly in that place, I flew over to them, but they didn't seem to notice my existence. I heard them call these weapons, etherbows, and I found that there were many types of such weapons in their hands, all with great powers."

""Hm." Baldwin seemed to have fallen into some kind of contemplation.

"When I wanted to study it more carefully, I suddenly woke up. I thought I was dreaming, but now, here we are. I didn't expect to see these things here today." Seeing that the mage master was lost in thought, Lynn quickly ended the story he made up.

After a long time of thinking, Baldwin looked at Lynn and said. "Lynn, there are some things I don't want to let you know before, because of you knowing too soon, but I didn't expect you to have had similar experiences to mine. Aren't all these the wills of the gods? This must be fate, child."

Baldwin turned around and looked at the wall full of Etherbows, and seemed to fall into silence again.

"Master, what's wrong?" Lynn asked carefully.

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about." Baldwin turned around and waived his hand. "Anyway, you must be asking yourself why I made these strange bows?"

Lynn nodded in response.

"Lynn, sit down. There's a story I want to tell you." Baldwin turned around, looked at the wall full of etherbows, and said slowly. "This story relates to why I was eager to accept you as my student without any trials. But most importantly, it's also related to your parents. "

"My parents?!" Lynn was shocked. Master Baldwin knew something relating to his parents? Did it had anything to do with his father's loss of his power base as a conveyor? He had been asking his parents many questions, but they had always been strict and refused to tell him anything.

What his parents were only telling him was to wait until he was strong enough to shoulder the truth. But he didn't expect that due to the invasion of the antherions, his parents would leave the world prematurely. His uncle, Wynter, the only one who knew the truth about them, was also missing, probably dead.

Lynn had thought that he would never knew secret for the rest of his life, but now, everything changed. He didn't expect the mage master to bring up things relating to his parents. Could it be that his new master would tell him the nature of these secrets?

"Before I tell you about your parents, it's important we talk about my journey, thirty years ago." Baldwin muttered, paused for a few seconds, then continued. "When I was seventeen years old and was graduating from Profound Academy..."